Yesterday, at the invitation of Emperor Shun, Yelu Wenqing went to the Academy of Chinese Studies.
Emperor Shun invited them out of etiquette and to show the demeanor of a great country.
But Yelu Wenqing didn't think so.
He has been yearning for the culture of Dashun since he was a child, and he has heard many legends about his father.
Therefore, he has always longed for Dashun.
A few years ago, he came to Dashun once.
But after truly understanding Dashun, he felt that the culture of Mo Country seemed to be stronger than Dashun.
So when he visited the Chinese Academy of Sciences, he provoked a fight among the students.
In fact, there was only one purpose. He wanted the students from Mo State to compete with the students from Dashun to see who was more powerful.
But the result is obvious, they won.
Yelu Wenqing suddenly felt that Dashun was nothing more than that.
There is a big gap between the Dashun in his mind and the Dashun he actually feels.
Therefore, his mind became proud.
Because he knew that the Chinese Academy of Sciences was where the most powerful students from Dashun gathered.
Even the Chinese Academy of Sciences is no match for them. Looking at Dashun, who can compete with them?
Therefore, when Emperor Shun told him that the Mid-Autumn Festival was indispensable without poetry, the fighting spirit in his heart suddenly burned again.
When they were in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the students from Mo Kingdom defeated Dashun. Not many people knew about this.
But if the students from Mo State are better than Dashun at this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, it will definitely spread throughout Dashun.
In terms of territory or combat effectiveness, Garlic is far inferior to Mo Country.
But if Mo Guo's writing style was better than Dashun's at this moment, Yelu Wenqing felt that he would definitely be praised by his father when he returned.
If not done well, it will affect the balance of many brothers in the heart of the father and make him stand out.
Thinking of this, he clasped his fists and said to Emperor Shun who was sitting above him, "Dear Emperor Dashun, our Mo country's writing style was passed down from Dashun. But after years of accumulation, Xiao Wang thought that maybe it was related to Dashun. Dashun is almost the same.”
"It's rare to meet the great scholars from Dashun today. Xiao Wang dared to think of the old masters from Dashun for their advice." Yelu Wenqing showed a bright smile on his face. "This simple poetry meeting is too boring. Why not, let me Mo Guo The students are here to cheer you on!"
After the disastrous defeat of the Chinese Academy of Sciences yesterday, Emperor Shun was naturally very unhappy.
In particular, the arrogant look on Yelu Wenqing's face made him even more unhappy.
Emperor Shun knew about the problems of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Most of the guys inside are unlearned and unskilled. If Qin Feng hadn't come back and reorganized the Chinese academy, it would probably be even worse now.
Because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the Chinese Academy of Sciences had a few days off. Several princes returned to the palace, and many outstanding students also returned home.
Otherwise, how could the guys from Mo Country be so arrogant.
But it was naturally impossible for Emperor Shun to say these words.
Because if you say it out loud, it will appear to be smooth and a bit stingy.
If you lose, you lose.
He didn't think that Dashun couldn't afford to lose.
But at this moment, Yelu Wenqing was so arrogant, which made him even more unhappy.
Moreover, not only the princes are here today, but also many children of important officials of the imperial court are here.
In particular, there is Duan Wenjun, whom the eldest princess highly respects.
This gave Emperor Shun some confidence.
It would be better if Yelu Wenqing said these words himself than Emperor Shun himself proposed them.
This way it doesn't look so petty.
At this moment, a faint smile appeared on his face, "Since the fifth prince is so elegant, why not let these juniors accompany the fifth prince and help everyone else."
Yelu Wenqing frowned when he heard this. He already understood in his heart that it was impossible for him to fight against those great scholars in Dashun.
He was inevitably a little disappointed.
Because, he has already concluded that since the guys from the Chinese Academy are no match for his Mo country students, there will definitely not be any powerful people today.
He was inevitably a little proud in his heart. He was originally worried that his students would not be opponents if those old guys took action.
But now Emperor Shun spoke, and he felt that he would definitely win this competition.
Faced with Yelu Wenqing's arrogance, the young people next to him were already very angry.
At first, they were a little worried about Wen Qing's identity and did not dare to speak.
But now with Emperor Shun's words, they felt more confident.
So someone stood up and wanted to compete with Yelu Wenqing.
But Yelu Wenqing was not in a hurry. He looked at the young man who stood up and shook his head slightly, "I wonder what this brother wants to compete with?"
Li Jiaqi is the eldest son of the Li family. He has been familiar with the Thirteen Classics of Chinese Studies since he was a child and has been hailed as a child prodigy by Jinchen.
Especially when he grew up, writing lyrics and poems became easy for him.
It enjoys a high reputation in Kyoto.
Seeing Yelu Wenqing's unconcerned expression at this moment, he felt very angry.
Li Jiaqi slowly stepped forward and saluted Emperor Shun.
Almost everyone present knew Li Jiaqi, and everyone's eyes were on him at this moment.
Everyone knew about his talent and felt that he would definitely win against Yanyu Wenqing.
Perhaps seeing the extraordinary nature of the visitor, Yelu Wenqing put away his contemptuous expression.
He raised his hand towards Li Jiaqi and said, "I wonder what this brother wants to compete with?"
Li Jiaqi frowned.
He is famous for his poetry and is somewhat famous.
It's just that he couldn't figure out the details of the music and Wenqing, and he was a little hesitant.
Hearing Yelu Wenqing's words, he frowned, "The fifth prince is a guest from afar. Why don't we let the fifth prince decide what to compare!"
Yelu Wenqing did not hesitate. He walked slowly to the side and picked up a wine glass on the table. "How about we make a song based on this wine glass?"
Li Jiaqi didn't hesitate and just nodded.
The two of them frowned and seemed to be thinking.
Everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.
It was as if the whole world had stopped.
But in an instant, Yelu Wenqing recited a poem with the theme of a wine glass.
It's just a matter of seconds.
Everyone present exclaimed.
Even Li Jiaqi, who was so brave just now, couldn't help but sweat profusely.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
He put down the wine glass in his hand and pushed away the dishes on the table.
This kind of thing is much more attractive than eating.
They originally thought that Li Jiaqi would definitely write something.
But they didn't expect that the face of Yinlu Wenqing, whom Li Jiaqi was staring at at this moment, turned red.
Everyone already knows the result.
There were even people whispering to each other softly.
But at this moment, an extremely unusual voice sounded.
"Bah, bah, bah!" It seemed like someone was devouring the food.
At this moment, everyone followed the sound and saw Duan Wenjun sitting in front, grabbing a big pig's trotter and chewing it without any regard for etiquette.
Because of this extremely discordant sound, everyone's eyes quickly moved away from Yelu Wenqing and Li Jiaqi.
They all looked in Duan Wenjun's direction.
The new Lord was like a starving ghost reincarnated at this moment, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a wine flask in the other, eating and drinking happily.
Yelu Wenqing had never met Duan Wenjun.
Just when Duan Wenjun came up, the person next to him mentioned it to him.
This is a new lord from a remote area in the south.
He still found out some about the new lord's deeds.
There was still a trace of curiosity in my heart.
But I didn't expect that Wang Jun's words of long live greetings just arrived shocked everyone.
Yelu Wenqing himself thinks that he is just a flatterer.
At this moment, seeing Duan Wenjun's careless look on his face and his greasy hands holding the pig's trotters, I felt a little unhappy.
He frowned and said, "Could it be that this brother has some different ideas?"
Duan Wenjun stopped what he was doing, raised his head slightly, and looked at him in surprise, "Are you talking to me?"
Yelu Wenqing seemed a little angry, "I asked, does this brother have any different ideas?"
"Ideas? No ideas!" Duan Wenjun showed an innocent expression. "You write your poems and I eat mine. Is there any problem?"
When Duan Wenjun asked, Yelu Wenqing suddenly lost his composure, "Reciting poems and composing poems is a very sacred thing. This brother..."
"Your holiness is your business, does it have anything to do with me?" Duan Wenjun directly interrupted Yelu Wenqing, "I remember, I came to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet today. If you are not allowed to eat at the banquet, is this still a banquet? "
"I'm sorry, I haven't eaten anything after a busy day. I'm really hungry." Duan Wenjun looked at Yelu Wenqing, who looked pale after being robbed. "Reciting poems and writing poems is useless! Once you don't have food to eat, Secondly, if you can’t get clothes to wear, no matter how much you write, what’s the use, won’t you still be hungry?”
"You, you, you are simply disgraceful." Yelu Wenqing. He immediately became furious, "Your Majesty Emperor Dashun, for such a high-level banquet, please Your Majesty to drive out these unlearned and unskilled people."
Emperor Shun didn't say anything. Duan Wenjun bit off a large piece of meat from the pig's trotter and said while chewing, "Isn't it just to write a poem? It's so mysterious and tense, trouble!"
"So, this brother can also write poetry?" Yelu Wenqing felt even more unhappy when he saw that Emperor Shun had not moved just now. He couldn't help but stare at Duan Wenjun and sneered.
"Ah? Write poetry?" Duan Wenjun was stunned. "I think writing poetry is not difficult! Is there any problem?"
"What a shameless statement!" Another student from Mo State who followed Yelu Wenqing to the banquet finally couldn't hold it anymore and said angrily.
However, Yelu Wenqing's self-cultivation was indeed much better than that man's.
He waved his hand to stop the man's words and asked him to start over. Then he looked at Duan Wenjun and said, "Since you think it's easy, why don't you write a song?"
"Ah? What to write?" Duan Wenjun frowned.
The student next to Yelu Wenqing suddenly showed a sarcastic smile, "I didn't expect that at Emperor Dashun's banquet, there would be everyone, and such people could follow..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Shun's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
He frowned and looked at Duan Wenjun.
However, Wang Jun didn't seem to have the intention to look at him, but was gnawing on the big pig's hooves in his hand.
He kept mumbling, "Isn't it just writing poetry? What are you writing about?"
Chai Xiaoxiao on the side seemed a little unbearable, "They were just writing about wine. Don't you know how to write poetry? Just write one to suppress this barbarian's arrogance."
Chai Xiaoxiao had seen Duan Wenjun write poetry at the banquet in Wangjiang Tower.
Duan Wenjun turned to look at her with a bright smile on his face, "Since it's the princess who has spoken, what if I write one?"
After saying that, he picked up the towel next to him and wiped his hands, then picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
"This wine is a little light, not as good as my Shaodaozi wine!" He sighed slightly.
Just when Yelu Wenqing was about to get angry seeing him pretending, he spoke.
This time, he looked at the eldest princess next to him, "Auntie, you used my peach blossom perfume last time. How did you feel?"
The eldest princess was stunned when she heard this, but she didn't understand why Duan Wenjun suddenly asked these questions at this moment, but she still nodded, "I like that fragrance very much."
"Auntie, I wonder if you want the peach blossom wine I brewed?" Duan Wenjun stared at her again.
The eldest princess was stunned when she heard this, and was even more surprised as to why Duan Wenjun was talking nonsense here.
But she knew Duan Wenjun's nature, so she definitely wouldn't be aimless. "I heard Yun'er mention that you brewed a kind of fruit wine with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which fascinated countless women in Wangjiang. Could it be that you also brought it to the capital? ?”
"Ah?" Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this. "Sorry, aunt, the output was too small. I was short of money at the time, so I had to sell everything for money. When the peach blossoms bloom next year, I will give it to my aunt myself. How about brewing?”
"Duan Wenjun, what do you mean?" Yelu Wenqing on the side couldn't bear it anymore and actually roared, "If you can write poetry, write it quickly. If you can't write, don't mess around."
"Auntie, this guy is so noisy. I sent her away to tell you about the peach blossom wine." Duan Wenjun glared at Yelu Wenqing dissatisfied. "You are so anxious, why are you so anxious? Isn't it just writing poetry? It feels the same. It’s like it’s going to kill you.”
After saying that, he looked at Chai Xiaoxiao and showed a faint smile, "Little princess, how about I write a song on the theme of Peach Blossom Wine?"
When Chai Xiaoxiao heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
However, Duan Wenjun did not stop and continued talking.
"In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there is a Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms to sell for wine money."
After speaking, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured himself another glass.
"I only sit in front of flowers when I'm sober, and I come to sleep under flowers when I'm drunk. I'm half-awake and half-drunk day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year."
He stuffed the wine bottle's spout into his mouth, and took a few more sips.
"I hope that I will die in old age while spending time in wine, and I don't want to bow in front of chariots and horses. The chariots and horses are enough for the rich, and the wine-cup branches are for the poor."
Strong wine, drink it down.
He slowly walked up to Yelu Wenqing and patted him on the shoulder.
"If the rich and the noble are compared to the poor and the lowly, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the lowly are compared to a chariot and a horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do."
Looking at Yelu Wenqing's horrified eyes, he chanted the last sentence.
"Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at them because they can't see through it. There are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields."
Duan Wenjun sat back in his seat.
Still gnawing on his big pig's hooves.
However, everyone present was shocked.
